Confession: At the ripe old age of thirty, I feel as much a child as ever. It seems to be taking me an awfully long time to grow up.
Your words were such a sweet surprise yesterday—thank you for honoring me beyond what I deserve. I listened and smiled and celebrated.
And slept in so luxuriously, and hugged children, and baked bread.
And ran through frosty grass, and took lovely phone calls, and made a pizza.
For the first time in my life, I made myself a birthday cake. I wanted thirty candles!
Unfortunately, they created such a blaze that they rather obscured the other objects in the photographs.
And this morning…!!
A specially-handmade cake for me at the fellowship meal, and an overflowing basket of goodies and presents from my church ladies–slippers, chocolate, books, tea, dainties, candles, the softest blanket I’ve ever touched.
If I am a child, I am a deeply blessed one.